Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James stepped out of the elevator and nearly collided with Stewart.

Stewart's expression was dark, his face set in a stormy scowl. Without so much as a glance at James, he brushed past him and strode straight into the elevator.

James frowned and turned to look back just as the elevator doors slid shut behind Stewart.

"What's got him in such a hurry? Something happen to Rosita?" he muttered to himself with a shrug, then headed down the hall into the studio.

After dropping his things off in the restoration room, James made his way to the office in search of Briony.

She was at her desk, head bowed, one hand pressed to her temple. She looked pale and worn out.

James rapped his knuckles lightly on the surface of her desk. Briony's hand stilled and she glanced up at him, eyes tired.

"What was Stewart doing here again?" James asked.

"He thinks I was the one who leaked everything last night."

James's brows knit together. "Leaked what?"

Briony gave him a quick rundown of the situation.

When she finished, James let out a low whistle, clearly annoyed. "Stewart really knows how to get under your skin, doesn't he? But seriously, who was behind that leak? Hardly anyone even knows you and Stewart are secretly married. If it wasn't you and it wasn't me, then who?"

do can't go to court, can't expose the truth. I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to do

silent, at a loss

Stewart-what a stroke of

...

the hospital, outside

find Rosita still inside, fighting for her

of blood was rushed through the swinging doors to the rescue

Clarke reacted in time, grabbing hold of Quentin

make this worse!" Cedric pleaded, having to use real force

"I'm warning you-if Rosita doesn't make it, I'll

only stared back, his eyes cold and unreadable.

that moment, Stewart had only one thought: Rosita

promise-to look after her and her son for the rest of

never be able to face

of blood was

a tight grip on Quentin, staying close in case he

crawled by, minute by agonizing